"So tell me, Doc, am I a sick fuck or what?" I asked as I paused in the middle of my story. My tale was my reason for the appointment with the company shrink. "I am not here to judge your actions," replied the man in the big leather chair. Why do these guys always sit in the big chairs while you lay on some uncomfortable sofa-type thing? "Is it possible...
It is that time of year again, Prom season. But this year is different, this is the Senior prom that will change everything. Sadly the only thing missing for someone is the actual prom date. Who is the protagonist or victim? (Dear reader, as you read this story please remember that if you like any of the chapters that you read please take a second to click &...
It has been forever and a day since I submitted a story to Literotica. I so wanted to submit this story in the Halloween contest, but waited until the last second to submit it, and then realized I completely screwed up. I had surgery on my thumb 10 days ago and underestimated how long typing with one hand was going to take. I watched too many NY Mets games t...
Note: This story is actually Chapter two of the "Whores and Pimps" story in the Loving Wives section so please read that one first to get some background on the characters. This story is not really that scary except maybe for the Yankee and Boston jerseys. Enjoy... Randy O'Bannon had just started with Bennett and James when he found the invitation on his de...
Stay right where you are. he told her, I said...you fuckin' cunt, STAY RIGHT THE FUCK WHERE YOU ARE. And even though his words were a living projection, they weren't as harsh as one might assume. They were still tender. Still familiar. He could lure her into anything. He always lured her here, didn't he, and now she was at the mercy of his will. Why do you...
Straightening her posture, once more, she stood tall and turned to face him as he lowered his hands and replaced them, the palms facing downward on the arms of the chair. Still his eyes were covered but his sense of hearing had already adapted and he was pre-empting her movements. His face followed her as if he could see. She smiled down at him for a moment,...
He was bored. They had done all the right romantic flirty things. She was married. Of course the husband did not pay quite enough attention to her. And she was flattered, even titillated by the rhythm of their online chats and the sensual tension in their emails. But he was bored. It was her attitude. He had seen it before. It reeked smug. Although she neve...
A wonderful evening out with Lydia and Aradhna. We spent hours at a wine bar laughing picking at noshes, basking in the dim soft glow of the room. As we were beginning to wear out our welcome it was suggested that we retire to Lydia's for a final nightcap. Sitting in Lydia's spacious living room, she and I engaged in conversation, we became aware of Aradhna'...
Goblin's Note: I've had this idea bouncing in my head for a while now! Yeah, it's pretty dumb, but it made me giggle. ;D ~~~~ Trembling, I look over my shoulder. The door to the closet remains closed, locked, and barred with a broom. Honestly, I know I should work facing the door. That way, anybody who somehow makes it in won't be able to see what's on th...
For some time I was a professional dancer performing alongside local jazz artists and pianists. Although I detested it, I would do it almost entirely for the pay and the tips, which were often explicitly generous for reasons I could never grasp, however heated usherings between green-eyed wives concluded that my routines could turn even the most respectable...